Cold blood

First day in brickleton woods.

As I sat in the moving car I noticed we were already in the small town. I watched closely to find our new home. I never actually got to see the whole thing top to bottom.

The car stopped in front of an old fashion house. It was huge. Nothing I would have ever expected. Though there were vines growing around the windows, there was no paint. It had brick walls on the outside.

"This is our house?" My dad turned around and gave me a glare. "Veronica there was only a couple houses to choose from and this was a good decent house with a good decent price." My mom said.

"Maybe it's so cheap cause it's creepy looking. There's probably ghosts in there."

"There's no such thing as ghosts." My dad said walking past me with our luggage.

"Once we get the house fixed up and painted it will look good as new." Says my mom.

I walk in the large house. My eyes catch the stairs. It's unbelievable. The staircase is huge. It curves around and it's a beautiful Honduran Mahogany wood. It reminds me of those giant staircases in movies.

I don't even bother to look around in the kitchen or living room. I walk up the stairs to find many rooms on the top. I looked in the first room on the left. It was a medium sized room, no stains on the wall. No paint chipping. I saw that there was a bathroom right next to that bedroom but it happened to not be connected.

I walked further in the hallway. To my right I saw a room that was about the same size as the other. It had a big window with a balcony. There was even a bathroom connected to it.
I set my stuff down on the floor, already claiming that room as mine.

The last room in the hallway was big. It had a bathroom connected to it. The paint was chipping a little. I saw luggage in their. I'm guessing my parents already claimed this room. That means the first room I saw must be my brother Tyler's.

"Kids set your stuff up and get ready we're leaving to go to your grandparents house for dinner." My mom yelled.

I took my clothes out of my bag. I grabbed my jacket. Before I left I looked out the window one last time to get a good view of this place.

What stopped me was terrifying. I saw a person standing in front of our house with a evil glare. I shook my head. I must be seeing stuff.

I looked back again. He was gone. Why would somebody be standing out there? I realized one thing for sure. I want to think that I'm lying to myself.. But I saw somebody.